Night of the Broken Gliph - Chapter 568

After all that detective work, it turned out to be internal strife of Great Wisdom City.

“However, that’s all in the past, so I beg all of you, please, do your best to save them today.” To Nam Feng stood up, giving the group a kowtow.

Ping San Yat immediately pulled him up. At the same time, Chui Yim stood up abruptly. “Well, what are we waiting for?”

“Where are you going?” Ping San Yat turned towards Chui Yim.

“Bring me to Wai Chung Yin’s residence.” Chui Yim turned to To Nam Feng.

The Heavenly Silver Waterfall lacked vegetation and appeared even desolate at night, and eerie as well now that it was dyed the colour of blood.

The group was being led down the mountains.

“The waterfall was separated into nine layers, and as the leader of the waterfall attendants, Wai Chung Yin resides in the ninth layer.”

They soon came across a lake that was red just like the waterfall. The metallic smell of blood was absent, but it was still disturbing to look at, especially as the blood-coloured water fell from such a high altitude, accompanied by the thunderous sound of rushing water and the splashing red droplets. It was like painting a black canvas with blood droplets – nothing beautiful, only frightening.

The group walked by the lake towards a hole that was casually dug to form a residence. The men exchanged a glance as they stood outside Wai Chung Yin’s residence.

By now, nobody dared to underestimate Wai Chung Yin, the man who schemed this entire tragedy and committed suicide afterwards to leave nothing behind. Such a brilliant person would definitely foresee the group making a trip to his residence.

Just as the older men were trying to make out if there were traps inside, Chui Yim already made his way in. “If he had the ability to make such powerful traps, he wouldn’t need to use up so much of his brain juice to create this scheme.”

Indeed, if Wai Chung Yin possessed the ability to threaten four-chambered or hundred-gliphic cultivators, he would not need to plot against and target those below the three-chambered state.

Chui Yim believed that shrewd people were more scheming, while naive people could understand the situation more clearly.

Chui Yim was greeted by a faint, flickering light, like a child was playing with lanterns. The faint light got stronger and stronger, turning into a sea of light illuminating the cave.

“Glimmer bats.”

The glimmer bat was a type of ordinary beast, not a gliphic beast, despite having gliphs that lit up its wings. It was popular amongst merchants as pets, and now, having hundreds of them helped light up the cave.

The cave was minimalistic. Other than the glimmer bats, there was only a rectangular table facing the entrance, as if waiting for their arrival. This sight caused the group’s expressions to turn ugly.

They knew that Wai Chung Yin was dead, but it felt like there was an invisible pair of eyes watching them and invisible hands playing around with them. It didn’t feel good to be an important figure of the South yet get played around with by a weakling that was no longer in the world.

However, Chui Yim did not share the same sentiment as them as he was already looking at the table. There were only two items on it, making the large table look empty. This also meant that everything that was placed on the table was intended for them to read.

There was only a neatly folded worn-out cloth as well as an envelope.

Chui Yim picked up the letter.

“It must be seventh teacher, am I right?”

Chui Yim frowned hard while reading it.

“I must say that this wasn’t the best timing, but after seventh teacher arrived at Great Wisdom City, I knew that it was my only chance.

“You must have heard the story about the Wai and Hung Clans since you have found this letter.

“Great.

“However, there are some things that still remain unknown to all of you.

“This might not be a fair challenge, but seventh teacher, sadly, this is a challenge that you’ll lose.

“After all, how are you supposed to win a challenge that has been plotted by me and my father for the past ten years? Impossible.

“My father left to me what he did not have the heart to do. On the other hand, I’m not as soft-hearted as my father.

“Everyone has to pay for their sins, and the Hung Clan should have seen this coming when they eliminated the Wai Clan despite being our relatives.

“Besides, I’m sure that the Wai Clan ancestors would be proud if I successfully defeated a Cloud Palace itinerant.”

This short letter left the crowd confused.

A few others took hold of the worn cloth, which put an ugly expression on them. The cloth was no random cloth, but a swaddling cloth filled with words. To Nam Feng immediately guessed that it was the swaddling cloth of Wai Chung Yin’s father, the orphan back then.

They never expected the Wai Clan to have everything written in the cloth. It was a great gamble; even if it was not discovered by the Hung Clan back then, the Wai Clan’s history might have disappeared with this cloth if it went missing.

Maybe it was luck or destiny, but the cloth was thrown aside for Wai Chung Yin’s father to discover when he grew into an adult.

But what left everyone shocked was the information that was recorded.

The Hung Clan ancestor was a remarkable cultivator who had a part to play in building up the Lam Dynasty. During his younger days, he met the love of his life, a commoner, and had three children with her. Without cultivation, she did not have a long life span and passed on. In her memory, the Hung Clan ancestor swore to never marry again and earned the title of the most loyal man.

However, fate brought a woman to him.

This woman was Wai Ling, the ancestor of the Wai Clan.

They met by coincidence, and Wai Ling’s alchemy and medicine skills skyrocketed with the Hung Clan’s ancestors’ help. On top of that was the power of love.

Sadly, the Hung Clan ancestor did not marry her because he wanted to keep to his promise. As an independent woman, Wai Ling created the Wai Clan in this city despite being heartbroken.

Along with… the Hung Clan ancestor’s offspring she nurtured.

Long story short, the Wai Clan and Hung Clan shared the same bloodline.

To Nam Feng could not believe his eyes, while Hung Siu and Hung Leung remained silent as they were reminded of the bloody night a hundred years ago.

The Hung Clan killed nobody but their own relatives.

There was another line written in a different coloured ink on the swaddling cloth.

“Chung Yin, your father is useless. For being unable to take revenge despite all they did to our clan.

“I know that Hung Jiu Lang treated me extremely well because of guilt, but I would never have survived if not for him.

“You know the truth and the method. Sorry for leaving the decision to you as the irresponsible father I am.

“But no matter what you do; take revenge for our clan, or forgive and forget, leaving new offspring for our clan, you make the call.

“Sorry for being a useless father, but in the Yellow Springs, I’ll always be proud of whatever choice you make.”